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This movie changed me and probably not for the better. I've been thinking about it nonstop since I first watched it <333
#crash 1996#fanart#my art#something about this movie has truly captivated me#im obsessed#david cronenberg
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Propaganda
Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)— She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege
Anna May Wong (The Thief of Bagdad, Shanghai Express)—Wong was the first Chinese American movie star, arguably the first Asian woman to make it big in American films. Though the racism of the time often forced her into stereotypical roles, awarded Asian leading roles to white actors in yellowface, and prohibited on-screen romance between actors of different races, she delivered powerful and memorable performances. When Hollywood bigotry got to be too much, she made movies in Europe. Wong was intellectually curious, a fashion icon, and a strong advocate for authentic Asian representation in cinema. And, notably for the purposes of this tournament, absolutely gorgeous.
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Ava Gardner:
Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.
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HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.
I literally gasp every time I see her.
Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each other’s lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.
Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.
Anna May Wong propaganda:
"She so so gorgeous!! Due to Hollywood racism she was pretty limited in the roles she got to play but even despite that she’s so captivating and deserves to be known as a leading lady in her own right!! When she’s on screen in Shanghai Express I can’t look away, which is saying something because Marlene Dietrich is also in that film."
"SHE IS ON THE BACK OF QUARTERS also she was very smart and able to speak multiple languages and is a fashion icon on top of the acting/singing"
"Paved the way for Asian American actresses AND TOTAL HOTTIE!!! She broke boundaries and made it her mission to smash stereotypes of Asian women in western film (at the time, they were either protrayed them as delicate and demure or scheming and evil). In 1951, she made history with her television show The Gallery of Madame Liu-Tsong, the first-ever U.S. television show starring an Asian-American series lead (paraphrased from Wikipedia). Also, never married and rumor has it that she had an affair with Marlene Dietrich. We love a Controversial Queen!"
"She's got that Silent Era smoulder™ that I think transcends the very stereotypical roles in which she was typically cast. Also looks very hot smouldering opposite Marlene Dietrich in "Shanghai Express"; there's kiss energy there."
"Hot as hell and chronically overlooked in her time, she's truly phenomenal and absolutely stunning"
"A story of stardom unavoidably marred by Hollywood racism; Wong's early-career hype was significantly derailed by the higher-up's reluctance to have an Asian lead, and things only got worse when the Hayes code came down and she suddenly *couldn't* be shown kissing a white man--even if that white man was in yellowface. After being shoved into the Dragon Lady role one too many times, she took her career to other continents for many years. Still, she came back to America eventually, being more selective in her roles, speaking out against Asian stereotypes, and in the midst of all of this finding the time to be awarded both the title of "World's Best Dressed Woman" by Mayfair Mannequin Society of New York and an honorary doctorate by Peking University."
"Incredible beauty, incredible actress, incredible story."
"-flapper fashion ICON. look up her fits please <3 -rumors of lesbianism due to her Close Friendships with marlene dietrich & cecil cunningham, among others -leveraged her star power to criticize the racist depictions of Chinese and Asian characters in Hollywood, as well as raise money and popular support for China & Chinese refugees in the 1930s and 40s. -face card REFUSED to decline"
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Astrology observations #2
-people who lack an element in their chart really do surround themselves with a lot of people in said element. for example, my friend lacks earth and has at least 4 friends who are earth sun signs
-some capricorns really can't get along with leos, but they are attracted to sag and aries placements. they can't help it
-mars in the 1st house get sexualised a lot, to the point it gets too much for some people..especially women. these people are also very ambitious. even when going through tough times, they never lose sight from their goals
-mercury in aquarius have a unique humor. the same goes for mercury in the 11th.
-virgo mercury pay attention to details, esp when they like you..the things they remember and gifts they give you, shows how thoughtful they are
- fire signs/houses..please tell me that you've been told at least once that you talk too loud. i have aries mercury and my friend mercury in the 9th and we both had a revelation that we talk too loud lmao
-well-developed capricorns are such sweethearts. they are reasonable and grounded, but they are also so funny and charming. they may appear as if they have everything under control at all times, but they're just like the rest of us
-water signs have the craziest dreams i swear😭some can sound like scenes from a movie, fantasy and/or horror
-moon in the 5th house/leo think about themselves a lot and take things personally. they think everything is about them. on the other hand, they have the biggest hearts and they want to make everyone they love happy. can you blame them tho for wanting to feel like a main character
-when you want to ease your mind, talk to someone who has a sagittarius mercury and they will cheer you up
-having an empty 7th house might mean that you don't have much, if any, relationship experience. you probably give good relationship advice though
-aquarius/11th house placements have their own strong moral code. they can usually hide their feelings well, but if they realise someone is being intolerant towards others and mean, they'll get really emotional. they want the world to be a better place, and get frustrated when they see how many people don't care
-capricorn placements may have really complex relationship with their parents. they often expect too much from their kids, and since they prove that they can endure almost everything, the parents don't loosen their grip. they need to know their worth and forget about the expectations!
-mercury retrograde can really cause communication issues for people. it is difficult for these people to express how they feel and stand up to others. but, it does get better with time!
-aries and taurus placements combo in a man can be very dark imo, they are often players. they also have huge ego problems. i dislike emphasizing only the darker parts of people, so i have to admit that these placements, if well-developed, can be very loyal and passionate especially with people they love. they are also incredibly hard-working and focused, it's really admirable.
-be careful when dealing with men that have virgo and libra placements in their chart. some may be romantic and attentive, while others can nitpick your every flaw and can have ridiculously high standards. they can cheat and lie easily as well
-sagittarius venus love adventure, having a partner who doesn't know how to have fun and explore things is a big turn off to them. they can make compromises for their more serious partners, but if they can't reciprocate the same effort, it's not going to work
-cancer risings seem very approachable and kind. their eyes are usually big and curious, almost childlike
-this has been said many times, but venus in the 1st individuals truly are beautiful. there is also something different and captivating in their beauty, they stand out wherever they go
-saturn in the 3rd house/gemini may indicate that a person faced speech/writing difficulties when they were young, or they continue to struggle with it
-pisces moons tend to forget things and their memory can betray them at times. as a pisces moon, i think that's because we are in our heads too much and we remember how we felt about things, not the words and actions. we also struggle with being present 100% of the time, so we perhaps didn't listen to you in the first place (i'm sorry)
take this with a grain of salt, since i only read about astrology in my free time!💜
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favorite mistake
myoui mina x fem!reader
summary: you've got a tough shell and mina seems to be the reason you make your way out of it.
wc: 2.4k
warnings: blood ; bruises ; cursing ; injuries idk : rushed and not proofread well
a/n: small drabble. I hope you guys like it (idk if I like it myself :-[ )
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mistakes are a common part of life; especially yours.
you've made a lot of mistakes, but there are three significant mistakes that made who you are today.
mistake 1: leaving your so-called "home" at 17 with barely any money or plans.
mistake 2: picking up boxing gloves
mistake 3: meeting myoui mina.
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your friends often compared you to that stupid mario character bowser, jeongyeon says you're "all mighty and strong" but in the inside you're a "softy," you remember the constant snickers and snorts from when you went to watch that stupid kids movie wtih her.
jeonyeon has been by your side ever since you made your first mistake, and the second – but she's the reason you made your third one.
you remember it so clearly, every single second and detail of that moment. the night of your biggest mistake.
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there's a knock at your door. your head is spinning and you don't want to get up.
when you turn at the silver doorknob theres a woman wearing a brown coat, her face catches you off guard. her features are so delicate, and her eyes are honey-like and sweet looking.
"you are?" you greet, though it's a bit uninviting.
"where's jeongyeon."
"she's out."
"oh, i see."
you two have a five-second staring competition, and it's enough time for you to notice the beauty mark on her nose and above her lip. you don't know who this woman is, but she's truly captivating and you feel a little soft under her gaze.
she looks up at you, you're a few inches taller and your sharp features are like daggers that point at her. she notices the various bandaids that are scattered all over your face: there are bandaids on your lip, eyebrow, nose, and upper cheek.
"are you okay?" she asks you. the woman sounds just barely concerned, even if her question sounds more like a comment.
your jaw tenses and you look her up and down, the hand that rests against the door frame starts to tighten around it.
"hope you work it out with jeongyeon." you mutter coldly, closing the door and returning to where you were and what you were doing: sulking and pondering on the couch. drowning yourself in a bittersweet comfort, something so temporary.
the door opens ten minutes later; the voice that scolds you is familiar. you groan in annoyance.
"y/n, where are your damn manners?" jeongyeon complains. you sit up slowly, propping yourself up with your sore arms, jeongyeon curses you out a little more. "you can't just be so rude to everyone, you know? have some fucking manners for fucks sake."
when you look over to see the woman you share the apartment with, there's another woman that stands with her: the same one you had closed the door on. you roll your eyes and pull the blanket over your body, closing your eyes again.
jeongyeon grumbles once more. "I'm sorry mina, she's probably just tired and grumpy."
"that's your roommate? i've never seen her around." the woman's voice is soft and inviting, it's really different from the usual aggressive and aggravating tones you're always hearing and you fucking hate it. it's too different from what you're used to.
"she doesn't go to the university," jeongyeon explains, "she just lives with me."
"oh, I see."
"just leave her be, don't let her ruin your mood. how about we work on that project?"
the girl hums.
mina you think. what a pretty name.
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mina walks out of jeongyeon's room to see you in the kitchen. the white tank top hugged your figure nicely, and the toned muscles in your upper back were emphasized under the dimmed light. mina took note of how broad your back was, though your waist was slimmer; your body was extremely built, and very athletic. it seemed like you worked out often. the bandages on your tricep and forearm also made it seem like you were one to get violent.
most would be wary of you just from one look. though, mina is anything but frightened or intimidated.
your hair falls in a loose, disheveled fashion, it seemed like you had just woken up. it made you seem more approachable. there's a soft melody that plays, the mood of the setting is different now. you seem more inviting, less hostile as you crack an egg into the bowl.
"you're not slick," you mutter. mina's gaze was fixated on you, it paranoid you, you didn't have to turn around to realize the dark-haired woman was there.
"i wasn't trying to be," she responds with a monotone voice. your jaw tenses and you turn your head so you can see her from the side of your eye.
"did you need something?" you ask, though there's a hint of annoyance laced in your words. it's uninviting.
"jeongyeon told me to grab water." mina says, and it's surprising how calm she is, you think.
"cups are in the cabinet to the left of me," you murmur. mina hums.
there's no other noise other than the sound of the cups shifting from their original spot, the whisking of the eggs in your bowl, and the sound of water filling the cups. mina leaves and you two don't exchange any more words.
you lean against the counter as you watch her leave. there's a string that's trying to pull the two of you together – you don't let it tug at you so easily.
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mina's visits become more frequent.
the bandages on your arms disappear, but now some bruises and scars are unveiled under the cloth. mina is so incredibly curious, (and, slightly worried for someone who's been such an ass to her for as long as she's known them). she doesn't know why and it bothers the young woman.
there seems to be a new bruise every time mina comes over, she decides to pester jeongyeon – she doesn't budge – says it's not her business; mina's interest grows.
you two meet in the kitchen again, and you always tend to have such silent moments with each other in that small kitchen; the tension in the air isn't unnoticed, ever.
mina is the first to mutter something on some wednesday afternoon. "if you add ice, it helps the bruises."
you turn to face her and mumble under your breath, "thanks for the tip."
"are you clumsy or...?"
"I don't think that's a question you should ask a stranger."
"well, it bothers me that you're always so hurt when i'm over."
"it shouldn't bother you at all."
"i know." mina breathes. "I wish it didn't."
you feel your heart skip a beat a little, it shatters slightly at the same time upon hearing her response.
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jeongyeon invites you out and you decline the offer. jeongyeon mentions mina and you pretend to be bothered. you let your roommate drag you out for dinner, and you seem to be stuck to mina's side the whole night.
you're a flower that slowly blooms when she happens to be near.
mina changes something in you, and you hate change.
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the heart that beats in your chest is rarely warm, almost always cold unless jeongyeon seems to make you chuckle every now and then.
your heart seems to have been cold since you've been alive, and sure there were times when there had been small sparks – though, never enough to warm you up.
mina seems to change that.
mina's attentiveness is something new to you, so is her unique presence. she seems to ignite a sudden tranquility into any room she's in, she makes you feel content even when you're all over the place, when your mind is running too far and too fast that you can't catch up. mina grounds you.
myoui mina makes your chest feel all warm, she gives you goosebumps when she accidentally makes contact with you – she's the only person you're able to have physical contact with, at least without hurting them.
your petals are forming, you're in bloom.
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maybe it was when she had suddenly bandaged a terribly wrapped cut, or when she had complimented your eyes. maybe it was when she had first met you, or when your first conversation happened. maybe it was when she managed to pull a simple fact about yourself from you, or maybe it was the first brush of your hands against each other, even if it was an accident.
there's no definite start or initiating event to what blooms between the two of you, it just happens naturally, and everything that led to it and what started it was too subtle to ever notice.
you start to care for this woman, and she seems to care about you.
how could she care for someone who's so wreckless and violent?
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mina's hands are soft, they're delicate, and they're perfect just as she is.
they're so soft against your skin, so soft when her knuckles graze against your scratched cheek and make you feel all warm in the chest. they're perfect in your hand, so grounding it scares you, and her fingers intertwine so well with yours it's unbelievable.
it's unbelievable because your hands, in contrast, are so terribly rough. they're so messed up you think that they don't deserve to hold the delicate hands of mina.
your knuckles are scratched and beat up, your palms have noticeable calluses, and the back of your hand is bruised. your hands punch and distress, mina's hands are ones that love and cherish.
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you've never been so terrified up until now. nothing has ever made your heart drop as quickly as the three words that mina says so gently, not even the time you had broken your arm or rib. it's so strange how three words scare you more than injuries that could've ruined your life.
"y/n." mina mumbles.
you hum softly.
mina lays down next to you, and the only thing that had been heard other than the chirping of crickets or the wind was her steady breaths as she lay there. the sore feeling in your whole body had been erased as soon as you let yourself relax next to her, shoulders making contact and and hands brushing against each other. the only thing that had illuminated the quiet, warm room was the moonlight that spilled through the blinds.
mina's words are barely above a whisper,
"I love you."
your breath catches.
...
"you don't have to say it back." mina mutters, "you're not obligated to."
there's no response from you, only silence. mina figured this would happen.
your hands find her way into hers, but still no response. you're terrified.
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two weeks pass by after the words had been said, and you still haven't said them back.
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two weeks after that – a month – you stumble into the apartment with your head spinning, shoulders sunk, and a new bruise on your back. mina runs up to you, her brows are furrowed, and her heartbeat spikes.
she makes you sit down on her gray couch, she doesn't ask what happened.
mina had already known about your little "career," you fought people for money and it was as simple as that. sometimes you'd win, the bets would go into your bank account and you'd be less paranoid or tired. sometimes you'd lose and it seemed like you lost all hope.
"im sorry." you say, though you don't look at her at all while saying that. mina sighs and shakes her head.
"it's okay, where are you hurt?"
"i think my back is bleeding," you respond, and the way mina's jaw tenses and brows crease aren't unnoticeable.
your shirt is off, leaving you only in your bra and black sweatpants. mina looks at the cut you had received from a harsh hit, you don't even know how it made you bleed. she wipes off the blood and works away at the injury carefully. mina tries to ignore the low groans and sharp breaths that escape your lips, though it's harder to ignore them this time.
"mina," you start.
"hm?"
"i'm not going to box anymore. I won't fight," you murmur, though it's more of a harsh, low groan since you wince at the way mina bandages you while you say it. mina sits down next to you after finishing up, she looks at you with the softest gaze, tilting her head.
"why?
...
"because," you begin. the eyes that peer into yours are curious, waiting for an answer.
"i love you."
the way it rolls off your tongue feels perfect, it feels right and it's like a two-hundred-pound weight had been hurled off your chest. the confession is quiet, soft, and it's so genuine.
"you don't have to quit for me y/n-"
"I want to be with you. I don't want to hurt anyone or myself anymore, I don't want to hurt you." you explain, "I already found a solution to not making money too, i'm done with fighting. I'm done."
mina takes a moment to process the words and she immediately kisses you – it takes you by surprise.
you've never shared a kiss with her, even though you've exchanged your "i love you's," maybe it is the right time, you think.
her lips are so soft against yours, you're now a fully bloomed flower as her hand gently cups your face and your nose inhales her floral scent. you can't get enough of her, everything feels perfect.
she's your favorite mistake.
she's not a mistake because you regret meeting her; she's your biggest mistake because she made you feel, she made you feel alive. it's so strange, it's so different – it feels like a mistake because you feel as if you don't deserve this woman – you can't help but wonder if she really is set on loving you. she made you open up, and now you're going out of your way to let her care for you, you're becoming a burden and you wish you could go back and prevent that from happening.
you don't want mina to handle all of you, to carry all of your problems.
even as you two grow to love each other, even as you let yourself unwind and improve, even as you continue to kiss her and love her.
you'll still carry the burden of being her biggest mistake. maybe that could be bad an good, though, that feeling of guilt will always stay in your chest.
always.
#twice x reader#kpop x reader#mina x reader#myoui mina#myoui mina x reader#mina fluff#mina angst#twice imagines
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an understanding. peter pevensie x male, immortal, reader.
peter meets you like a spark to a flame, smitten and happy with you more than he ever thought he would be with someone else. but he won’t be in narnia forever.
notes. i just rewatched all the narnia movies so. yeah. i love him.
details. no warnings. he/him pronouns. set in the end of the second movie.
Peter first meets you on a natural, firefly night. The first thing he really, truly knows about you is the fact you don't pity him but rather you understand him on a level he never thought he would see again.
When Peter meets you, you know the legends of the High King better than anyone he's ever met. You don't talk outright about them to him at first, but the little things, the little details is what he picks up on when you sit down next to him on soft moss. The sky is littered with stars and the trees sleep, the castle is a ways behind you both. At first he thinks you're Telmarine, but that thought is quickly questioned. You have a way about yourself that speaks Narnia— the way your hair curls around your neck and how gentle your hands are, the soft glint in your eyes. You speak with confidence but in a hushed voice, as if you have been long accustomed to how everything is listening.
When he finally asks what you are, you laugh in endearment. Peter can't help but blush red at the sound of your laugh, the way it carries in the wind, and he is smitten.
"I just am." You answer him. "Immortal, is what I've heard others name me, but I don't care for a title."
"You can't die?" He asks impulsively again, curious. You only smile at him but this time it's sad, your eyes cast downwards and holding a certain weight to them. You hum in affirmative, and a comfortable quiet looms over the two of you.
"I was here before the White Witch, I was here during, I am here now and will be after." You say softly, sadly yet accepting.
Peter understands then, why you understand him better than others— You have seen civilizations burn and wither and have seen some just fade away. You have seen all the deaths, have seen the trees turn into a shell of what they once were just like all the other Narnians. You have seen wars and battles, have been in them, and kept going. You keep fighting, keep trying, and that's when you earn his respect in just your first conversation.
When the days pass, when that fateful night ends, Peter can't help but seek you out. You are... curious, and captivating in a way he can't explain.
It's surprisingly easy to find you, afterwards— he only asks one of the Centaurs and they lead you to the nearest Gryphon flock, where in the center you reside. You calmly talk to all of them while they listen, sometimes they reply but mostly quiet, letting you clean and pick their feathered necks and heads. You are gentle and kind, and when you see him you look surprised but happy. He only smiles back in greeting, sitting down on the grass with his back against one of the Gryphons, listening to you as you continue to tell a tale. At first the story is nothing special to those of Narnia, filled with adventure and fantasy, but as you get further in he realizes you are remembering and retelling. The memories range many emotions, but you always tell them fondly, stroking a Gryphon's head in your lap.
In the weeks that pass, Peter finds you talking about a lot of things like that. A lot of memories, a lot of wistful thoughts, and he's always surprised about how kind you are even when the memories are filled with bloodshed.
Eventually Aslan notices, although Peter is sure the lion has always known.
"I need to speak with you about Y/N." He says once, just a couple days before Peter is going back to England. Truthfully, Peter has been ignoring that fact since he met you, knowing you cannot come with, but something in Aslan's voice gives him unexplained hope.
"When you leave tomorrow," The lion starts, walking in the castle courtyard with Peter. "Y/N will follow, and you will take care of him just as I have."
Peter's chest bursts with excitement, with hope, but he still doesn't quite understand. "But he's Narnian?"
"Yes, and when he leaves he won't be. He has been here too long, too lonely, and I fear I may lose him if he doesn't leave." Aslan speaks honestly, deep voice vibrating. Peter listens intently, a thoughtful frown on his face.
"You want him happy." Peter says, understanding.
"Yes, and he will be with you." Aslan almost looks sad about the fact you will leave, and that's when Peter realizes the lion has known you as long as the thousands of years you've been alive, almost fatherly. Peter stops walking to turn fully to the lion with a determined eye.
"I promise I'll take care of him." He vows, a hand on Aslan's muzzle.
When the day arrives and it's time to leave, you aren't as sad as Peter would've thought. Depressed, yes, but not overly so. You hold his hand rightly as you both say goodbye to all the individuals you've befriended, your chest filled with hope for a new beginning with Peter, looking at the Narnian skies with a unexplainable emotion. You hug Aslan as tightly as you can, his mane and paws hugging you back, and it's time to go. You walk through the portal of trees, a fear overcoming you, but Peter holds your hand and you know you'll be alright.
#peter pevensie#the chronicles of narnia#peter pevensie x male reader#peter pevensie x reader#narnia#male reader
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WIP Wednesday Saturday
Stripper!Tav x Raphael
Just a piece of something that's been in my drafts since forever
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People who don’t know any better think her strength lies in the art of seduction, but she believes it’s in the way she can read people at first glance. Whether it was the twitching of a finger or a sharp intake of breath, no sign was small enough to escape her trained eyes.
The man sitting at the front-row table would rather be anywhere else. Glancing at his watch discreetly, eyes glazed over with boredom. Tav has seen plenty of men like this come and go. Men who were pressured into coming to their club by their peers, out of a sense of obligation or just to keep up appearances, there’s no way of knowing for certain.
He’s handsome, in a timeless, elegant way. The kind you see in black-and-white movies. Chestnut-brown hair slicked back, sharp cheekbones and a mouth that promised to curl into the most sinful of smiles. In his late forties or fifties.
Two other men sit at his table, both younger and more enthusiastic, if the way their eyes almost pop out of their sockets as they look at her is anything to go by. She doesn’t spare them a second glance.
Of course, Tav knows she’s being partial. In her experience, older men are more likely to keep their hands to themselves and leave generous tips.
A part of her resents the fact that he isn't looking at her, craves his undivided attention. But then again, her show has just started.
“That girl looks like a good lay,” says one of the men in the front row, loud enough for her to hear even over the blaring music.
“The one with the awful dye job?”
Excuse her…? Her hair color is as natural as it can get, thank you very much.
“Nah, that one is a real blond.”
“I’ll only believe if I see it for myself,” the man says as his eyes run down her body in a way that leaves little doubt as to his meaning.
Fuck her this, fuck her that. Enough of these two jerks. She heard worse and with much more color. If her handsome stranger kept such rude company around him, maybe she isn’t so keen on getting to know him after all.
She often pictures someone while she dances—a prince from a faraway land, a movie star, a stern-looking madam. It gave her performance an extra edge, made it just a little more captivating. This time, however, she doesn’t need to superimpose her imagination on a poor bystander, she locks eyes with her mysterious stranger and gives everything she has.
It doesn't take long for her to lose herself in the carnal energy of the place, in the heavy beat of the music, in the pungent smell of smoke and sweat, until everything around her is a blur. It reminds her why she does this, why she dances.
The music stops and she slides down the pole, body aching and sweaty, a satisfied smile on her face. The men stare at her, lust written in their gazes, but she only cares about one set of eyes. At the front-row table, her handsome stranger is looking straight at her.
Not just looking at her. Devouring her is a better way of putting it, as if she were a fresh-from-the-oven—and entirely too irresistible—canapé being served at his table. She was right earlier: he does look good when he smiles. Although she had underestimated the wolfish nature of it, the way his eyes sparkled with newfound interest.
The moment is short-lived. A small crowd has gathered at the edge of the stage, pulling her from her musings. Her audience expects her to put on a show and she doesn’t intend to disappoint.
Her lacy garters are overflowing with cash by the time she’s done, some falling to the floor where she stands.
A flash of brown hair. Her heart beats faster.
“You were magnificent, my dear. Truly a sight to behold.” Lorroakan, one of her regulars, blocks her view of the crowd. Tav looks past him, but the seats at the front-row table are empty. “You must let me show you my full appreciation later.”
There is little to be said about the man, other than the fact that being around him was an exercise in endurance. Forcing a smile, Tav crawls to him on all fours on the stage. Lorroakan may be an insufferable bastard, but he had money to burn.
The fabric of her jeans shorts grazes the cold floor as she arches her back to be at eye level with him. Her outfit today is that of a naughty country girl, with a sleeveless white shirt wrapped around her midriff and stockings that went up to her knees. A little too plain for her tastes, but she knows better than to say no to Shadowheart (the flush that took over the woman’s face when she put on the outfit more than made up for her troubles, though).
“I’ll take your appreciation in the form of your tips.” Holding the ginger’s gaze, she splays her palms over her breasts and squeezes them together.
It is almost comical, the way he automatically reaches into his pockets and places the money in her cleavage, like a toy that was put to work, his eyes wide open and mouth ajar.
What happens next is a little more unclear. Lorroakan goes back to his seat—or is pushed, he doesn’t seem to have noticed either way—and someone else takes his spot.
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I've been stalking the #spidersocorro tag since January, and I love everything I see, so here's me throwing my two cents in.
After the final battle (where Neteyam is only wounded, not killed), Spider tells Jake that he saved Quaritch and explains why. Why he felt like he owed the man a second chance when he saved Spider so many times. Save him from Ardmore's torture, from the Bridgehead scientists' experiments, and saved him from Neytiri.
I genuinely believe they would have experimented on the kid; he's taller and stronger than all their human soldiers at 16. That Pandorian air is doing something to him.
But while Spider is giving his tearful confession, Neytiri overhears them. She hears everything and immediately feels a rush of anger and uncomfortable conviction. She looks back on all her years of harsh treatment towards Spider and realizes just why he truly believed she'd harm him. Neytiri is then struck with the horrific thought that she is to Spider what humans and his father are to her - a monster, a demon that haunts him, someone who only brings pain. Neytiri vows then and there to do better by Spider - she doesn't see him as her child, nor is she obligated to - but she starts treating him with more respect.
Now, bringing Spider back to the Metkayina clan got mixed reviews. Most ignore him post-battle, while others are interested because they've never seen a human up close. Ronal is absolutely against it until Jake makes Spider tell her and Tonowari about his time in captivity and why he saved Quaritch.
Jake, ever the well-intentioned idiot, does it to get them to fight beside them against the humans and to get them to see the Spider is on their side. "He went through torture, guys and still didn't give us up, he's on our side!"
Ronal, however, does not see a warrior, but a child, prompting her to ask Spider how old he is, to which Jake replies 16, only for Spider to say 17 (he had his birthday in captivity because I love angst). To Ronal and Tonowari, he's still too young, and they argue with Jake over why a child was even put in a position to be kidnapped as a war prisoner in the first place. While they argue, Neytiri is silent, slowly realizing that Spider is almost an adult now by human standards. By Na'vi standards, he is one.
The Na'vi mature between the ages of 15 and 17, which is why we see Neteyam wearing the warrior's waistband in the movie because he is now an adult in the clan.
She reasons that if Spider were Na'vi, he'd be a warrior now, one of the people looking to make his own bow from home tree wood and make his place with a mate by his side.
This realization makes Neytiri vow to find Spider a good mate, someone to care for him since she can't anymore. Queue the hijinks of Neytiri vetting (terrifying) every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in Awa'atlu while simultaneously trying to see Spider more clearly to know which one will be right for him. Imagine Spider's confusion with her sudden interest as well as the sudden increase in the attention he's getting from the Metkayina, who regard him as a fine swimmer and diver thanks to his mask.
Another headcanon I have is that Spider is physically different from humans on Earth, just in ways you can't perceive without scientific testing. He has denser bones, larger lungs & organs in general, tougher skin, better eyesight, etc. The Metkayina people marvel at his differences more than the Omaticaya do because they've never seen humans before, so most of the things he does impress them.
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KITTEN BRADEN WITH READER THAT WRITES SONGS ABOUT HER AND PAINTS/DRAWS KITTEN CONSTANTLY AND WHEN KITTEN LOOKS AT THEIR JOURNAL SHE SEES SO MANYS SONGS AND DRAWINGS OF HER. please I can't stop thinking abt Kitten with an artistic gf
this sparked so much in my mind ... i'm definitely going to do more with this + the musician gf !!! thank u so much for your request, love!
thursday morning
patricia 'kitten' braden x f!artist!reader
word count: 1.1k
tags: domestic fluff, established relationship, suggestive dialogue
(ao3)
The two of you are seated at a beach side café, enjoying some of the most elegant breakfast and tea. This sabbatical to Dublin was unexpected, but very necessary. Both of you under stress from your respective jobs, it was beginning to create fissures.
Kitten’s gaze is towards the sun rising atop the waves. Her blonde tresses move elegantly in the ocean breeze, she looked like a movie star. Her plush, peach lips were curled into a content smile as she watched the crashing and flowing of the water.
To you, Kitten was your muse, even if she didn’t know it yet. On your lap was your sketchbook, no bigger than your hand, and you were sketching her timeless beauty while she was none the wiser. Her jawline sharp, her features soft, and her eyelashes delicate; you capture every detail to the best of your ability.
She hums happily, and turns to face you, “Isn’t it such a beautiful morning?”
“It truly is, my love,” you close your sketchbook, and take a sip of your now lukewarm tea.
Her plate was now empty, but yours was half full.
“Are you not hungry, dear?” Kitten’s eyes glint with concern.
You shake your head, smiling, “You just distract me, that’s all. I could go weeks without eating when I stare at you.”
She laughs softly, “That’s not healthy, now is it? Finish your food and let’s head back to the hotel.”
Smiling widely, you begin to finish your sandwich, still watching her every move. Kitten pulls out her rather expensive compact, and begins to reapply various aspects of her makeup. Her lipstick was called Portrait Pink, if you remember correctly. She always raved about her cosmetics, and you adore it. The passion in her ignites your own.
You watch her clean up the lipstick with a napkin, lost in how absolutely feminine she is in everything she does. As she adds the final touches, you begin to get ready to leave.
Offering Kitten her coat, and bats her eyelashes at you coyly, “What a gentleman you are, (Y/N)! Well, not in every way.”
You roll your eyes, and walk out with your hand on the small of her back, “I’m a gentleman in the ways that matter, aren’t I?”
She leans to your cheek, and leaves a chaste kiss. You decide to not wipe away the mark she definitely left.
The two of you walk arm in arm down the pavement in the direction of your hotel. To the right was the ocean, and you could smell the salt in the air. Kitten leans on your shoulder, her fur coat tickling your neck.
Arriving at your room, you both begin to shed your various layers of clothing almost immediately. You both tend to enjoy each other’s company more when there’s the least amount of obstacles in the way.
You lounge on the sofa, diagonal to the bed in which Kitten is currently laying. As your eyes glaze over her almost naked form, you immediately reach for your sketchbook. You sketch without abandon, detailing every curve, freckle, and shadow.
Lost in the cross-hatching and stippling, you fail to notice her crawling towards you, still on the bed.
“You writing in your diary, my love?”
Her words surprise you, causing your pencil to make a stray mark on the page, “Something like that, you could say.”
Kitten cocks her head, her curiosity obviously unsatisfied. She hops off the bed, slowly making her way behind you in order to see what has you so captivated.
She gasps loudly, a hand reaching to cover her mouth. Your heart drops, wondering if you somehow offended her.
“Oh, darling… you never told me you were an artist!”
Your eyes widen, heartbeat calming. Before you can respond, she turns the sketchbook so she can see it properly.
The evidence of your secret indulgence was all over the pages, and Kitten couldn’t resist flipping through them. Sketches of her sleeping, with little notes written next to them saying things like ‘princess’ or ‘saint.’ Fully colored and shaded portraits of her just existing, whether it be sitting at the dining room table or mending her various outfits.
You watch her flip through every page, and see her lip tremble.
“(Y/N)... these are all of me.”
“I know, it’s a bit odd, but you’re just so…”
She shakes her head, stilling your words, “No, no, no, it isn’t odd, my love.”
Kitten sits next to you on the sofa, placing the sketchbook onto your lap. She grabs your hands, and looks into your eyes, “What… what makes you want to draw me, dear (Y/N)?”
You smile widely, eyes crinkling, “Everything about you, my Kitten. Your whole being just… exudes this energy I can’t tear away from. You’re my muse.”
A small tear escapes her eye, almost going unnoticed. You wipe it away gently, holding her cheek.
“Do you mean that?”
You laugh softly, “Of course I do, darling. I have another sketchbook full of you, if you don’t believe me.”
Kitten smiles, and leans into your touch, “You’re so wonderfully skilled in everything you do, (Y/N)... how did I get so lucky?”
“I could ask the same question.”
You gaze into each other’s eyes for another moment before she grabs the sketchbook from your lap again, “Now, walk me through each and every emotion you felt when you drew these.”
She leans against your chest, and you chuckle, “That won’t be a problem at all, Kitten.”
As she flips delicately through the pages, she lands on the portraits you did of her just earlier today.
Kitten turns to raise an eyebrow at you, inviting your answers.
“I couldn’t resist you, darling. Even if we’re at the fanciest restaurant in all of the world, your existence begs to be depicted in some form of art…”
You blush slightly, realizing how passionate your words come across.
Her hand reaches up to pet your hair gently, “And this one?”
Glancing at the portrait you just did of her practically bare, you clear your throat, “Well, you know how I am when your body is all for me to see. You can’t blame a girl for wanting to preserve that moment!”
Kitten giggles, her head thrown back against your chest, “I truly cannot, especially when that preservation is so lovingly depicted… and when the artist is so irresistible.”
You kiss the top of her head, and she turns to face you again. Her lips landed on yours in a kiss so ardent you felt as though you were knocked flat on your back. Your fingers comb through her hair, trying to close every gap that could possibly exist between you two.
Separating to catch your respective breaths, you smile, “You truly are my muse, Kitten. I don’t say things like that lightly.”
Kitten places a harsh kiss against your lips again, before grinning, “I love you, sweet, sweet (Y/N).”
You wrap your arms around her in a warm embrace, “I love you so much more, darling Kitten.”
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Okay okay I’m thinking, our angel boy had a big heart and a dense brain - plus he’s Swedish and as a person who has lived in Stockholm for a while moving from North America…getting those boys to a point where you are dating and finally saying the first “I love you” feels like a million years compared to Canadians! So maybe you’re like on the edge because like duh he’s who you see as your life partner and you know I’m your bones you love him but you still haven’t said it after being like 5 months in so you just casually drop it one night lol rip the bandaid off, what’s his reaction? Dealers choice bby😚
Alright, so I was in the mood for something overly candy-cane sweet, and perhaps something that could maybe be close to reality? (I have no idea, but let’s roll with it) 😅❤️ Let me know if this was akin to what you had in mind bb 😉 otherwise, I may have another idea for it
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Three Little Words
One significant aspect that truly appealed to you about your boyfriend, William Nylander, was his serene and easy-going nature.
He hardly seemed bothered by much, perhaps apart from his affection for his dogs, and his relaxed attitude had a way of influencing those around him.
Yet despite adoring this quality about him, it reached a point where it began to frustrate you. While you knew you were in a committed relationship, somehow the weighty words remained unspoken.
And you longed for hearing those words.
Deep within your heart, you acknowledged your love for William. Love. Not mere fondness, not adoration, nor simply enjoying time together - love.
But it was a great phrase to vocalise. At least, for most people that was.
Five months into your relationship, you were desperate to express those sentiments. Yet, for some peculiar reason, a part of you hesitated. Maybe a part of you wished for William to be the first to utter those words, to openly reveal his commitment to you.
Yet, silence prevailed. He said nothing.
William, however, didn't dwell too much on these thoughts.
He simply found immense joy in being in a relationship without an overly dramatic girlfriend, one who'd spark a quarrel if he didn't head straight home after a match or text her constantly while on the road. No, you were different, and he cherished that about you.
You stood by him no matter what, and nothing ever seemed to set off any alarms.
William had been with several girls during his late teens and adult life, but none of those relationships endured. His hockey career consumed much of his time, causing many women to grow weary of his lifestyle. Consequently, he refrained from fully committing when entering new relationships.
However, when he noticed that you weren't easily intimidated by his bustling lifestyle, he immediately felt the urge to keep you close.
And there was no reason for concern. William had captured your heart almost immediately, and you were completely devoted to him.
**
So tonight, you made a mental resolution to test the waters a bit.
During one of your usual date nights on his day off, you had planned to watch a movie together on the sofa after dinner. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity to express your feelings, but it turned out to be more challenging than anticipated.
Throughout the evening, the mere thought of opening up made you incredibly nervous, yet William seemed oblivious to your inner turmoil.
He carried on discussing his training, his preparations for the upcoming match, and how he had honed his skills. His enthusiasm for hockey was endearing.
Initially, he refrained from sharing too much, not wanting to overwhelm you with technical details and descriptions you might not care about. But over time, you had conveyed your enjoyment in listening to him talk about it. Hockey wasn't just a hobby for him; it was his lifestyle and an unfiltered passion to the core. And you simply couldn't help but be captivated whenever he delved into it. His eyes sparkled like Christmas lights, and his words spilled out in sheer eagerness.
It was nothing but adorable.
And as you sat together on the sofa, earnestly trying to focus on your boyfriend's conversation, your mind raced, grappling with how to articulate those three significant words.
Yet, no conclusion emerged.
"Shit," you murmured quietly under your breath.
"What's up, babe?" William asked curiously, but you just shook your head and responded with a sweet 'nothing'.
And after William finished sharing his story, you both switched to watching a movie, settling on the sofa surrounded by your favourite snacks.
The movie was captivating, and soon both of you were engrossed in it. However, when the film's plot touched upon a romantic scene, your initial plan resurfaced.
Summoning a deep breath, you geared yourself up to speak. 'Just get it over with,' you urged yourself. And with William focused on the large TV screen, you softly blurted out, "Willy, I love you."
It felt like a rush of emotions surging out of you as the words left your mouth.
And William was slightly taken aback.
It was a combination of your unexpected choice of words and the abrupt interruption during the movie that left him speechless.
Your expression radiated nothing but sincerity and concern as your eyes searched for any indication of his feelings towards you.
You could almost feel your jaw tightening as he remained silent, his eyes locking with yours for what felt like an eternity, though it was only a few minutes in reality.
But suddenly, he broke the silence.
"You what?"
His tone held neither disgust nor excitement.
"I love you," you repeated softly, this time with a touch more confidence, realising that the words were out and there was no retreat. You felt your body gradually relax, standing by your spoken words with a certainty, irrespective of William's response.
"Babe," William began slowly, "I love you too..."
His voice carried tenderness, yet his facial expression remained inscrutable.
The movie's sound filled the room as both of you sat in silence, eyes fixed on each other.
You studied William's face intently, struggling to interpret his expression, or rather, the absence of one. He maintained a stoic, serious look, but his demeanour seemed calm and nonchalant as always.
"Do you?" you asked tentatively, prompting a slight shift in William's reaction.
A gentle smile appeared on his face, accompanied by a soft chuckle. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"
His response left you somewhat confused.
"Well, I just didn't know that you did..." you admitted, feeling puzzled by his excessively relaxed reply.
"What do you mean? We've been dating for, like, 4-5 months... you practically live here, and we talk all the time," he grinned broadly.
"That doesn't automatically mean you love me, Willy," you retorted, almost defensively, which only amplified his laughter. "It's not funny! I need to know how you feel."
"Is that why you've been so nervous lately?" His laughter grew louder.
"Well... yeah, maybe... I wasn't sure where we stood, and I wanted to express my feelings. I just didn't know how," you admitted, caught between feeling frustrated by the situation and relieved that it didn't seem to be a significant issue.
"Babe, of course I love you – I know I haven't said it, but that's because I thought you knew..."
His statement took you by surprise. He thought what?
"Willy, darling, how am I supposed to know how you feel if you don't tell me?" you asked, with a nervous grin, causing him to rub his neck as he considered your point.
"I guess... I don't know," he shrugged.
"You do realise I can't read your mind... right?" you lightly chuckled.
"Well, maybe that's a good thing, you know," he joked, shifting his body slightly to draw you closer. "But I do... love you," he added softly, before elaborating. "And I'm sorry if me saying it first meant something to you, but... I've been in relationships on and off for years – and every time I said those words, they'd get all excited... yet a few months later, they were gone anyway. So, I guess I just stopped saying it... in case it wouldn't last."
As William expressed his true feelings, a sense of relief washed over him, leaving you slightly puzzled by his unexpected deep confession.
In fact, you hadn't really considered his perspective on this issue before, but now it all began to fall into place.
"Good," you softly expressed, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. "And for future reference, please clue me in on what's going on in that head of yours, so I won't be a wreck for weeks," you playfully pleaded.
"Seriously? You've been thinking this over this for weeks?" he chuckled.
"Well... maybe," you grinned. "But that's not the point. What matters is that you promise to share whatever's going on in that sweet little dense brain of yours, no matter what it is."
William couldn't help but smile, his eyes fixed on you, a subtle lick of his lips indicating his amusement.
"Well, maybe, for what I have in mind right now, it's better if I show you instead," he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
You couldn't resist a chuckle. "Seriously? I was being romantic, and then you bring in your kinky fuckery," you teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, of course, you declaring your love – that's sexy, babe, and now I've got to show you just how much I love you too."
Once more, a gentle sigh escaped you as you chuckled at your boyfriend's words, and tenderly, both of you closed the distance between you, meeting in a heartfelt kiss.
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I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show
For Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne Month, Prompt: Dating
ao3
@maribat-bdbwm
Marinette paces across her room, glaring at her phone. Tikki had given up on her a while ago and was probably raiding the kitchen now. She types out a message, ‘would you be free on saturday?’ before backtracking and deleting it again. Why is this so hard? It’s just Jon. Too busy trying to figure out how to ask him out, she doesn’t notice when Dick pokes his head through the door and asks, “Something wrong?”
She jumps a bit in shock and he laughs. Glaring at him, she says, “No, not at all. Get out.”
Unsurprisingly, her brother doesn’t listen to her and walks right in, sitting down on her bed. She stuffs her phone into her pocket before he sees too much. But because her siblings are both extremely annoying and ridiculously skilled, he catches sight of something and puts it together almost immediately. Marinette groans internally as his eyes light up and he grins. “It’s about your crush on Jon then?”
Hoping her face isn’t as red as a tomato, she shoots back, “What crush? I don’t have a crush on Jon Kent.”
Dick (truly an appropriate name for him, she thinks) laughs again, “And Tim has a regular sleep schedule.”
She doesn’t give in, “Really? Good that he fixed that then.”
Undeterred, he continues, “Just ask him out. I’m fairly certain he’ll say yes.”
Marinette sighs and walks over to her brother, sitting down next to him. “It’s not like I’m not trying. I just don’t know what to say. It’s not like I can just ask him to a movie or to play video games or anything. We do all that all the time. How will he know it’s a date?”
“Tell him it’s a date.”
She scoffs, “Right. Because that’s not terrifying at all.”
He offers her a smile, “Even if he says no, what’s the worst that could happen.”
She replies immediately, “He doesn’t want to be friends anymore and everything becomes so awkward that I have to move to Antarctica.”
He gives her a look, “The most realistic worst case scenario.”
“I don’t know how to do those.”
He sighs, “Even if he says no, which by the way is extremely unlikely, you’re not going to stop being friends. You’ve been friends forever.”
“But-”
“Just think it over.” And he pushes himself off her bed and walks out her room. Marinette lets herself fall back. It’s fine, she tells herself, it’ll probably go away soon enough.
.oOo.
It does not go away but it doesn’t really affect her interactions with Jon either. Things are normal and normal is sitting in the living room and beating Jon at video games. She turns to look at him, ready to rub her victory in his face but she’s met with a look so full of affection that she falters. Somewhat vaguely, she considers the possibility of Dick being right in his belief that Jon would want to go out with her.
Jon frowns, eyebrows scrunching adorably in confusion and it strikes Marinette that she’s acting weird. But before she can say anything, the door opens and Damian walks in. “Kent, we have to leave now.”
Beside her Jon looks surprised, “Already?”
“Unexpected developments. Father wants us downstairs immediately.”
He frowns but gets up nonetheless, shooting her an apologetic smile. Marinette waves him off, “It’s fine, not like I don’t bail on you all the time.”
“You also apologise profusely every single time,” he points out.
She grins at him, “You can make your apologies next time.”
“I will,” he promises, getting up and leaving the room. Damian looks at her questioningly once Jon has left the room. “What?” she snaps.
“Get together and end this misery.”
She splutters, “Damian, if-”
“If he hears me, maybe he’ll finally believe me when I tell him you like him too.” And then he walks out of the room before Marinette can grab him and thoroughly interrogate him.
She’s in desperate need for better siblings. Except Cass, Cass is the best.
.oOo.
Marinette takes it back, Cass is the worst. Her older sister grins mischievously and repeats, “You want to know if Jon likes you?”
The part of Marinette that thought this was a good idea has shrivelled up and died. Yes, Cass will know for sure but also Cass is definitely going to tease her about this for the next while. Regardless she nods, “Please?”
“Do you think he likes you?”
She groans, “Maybe. I don’t know. Why do you want to know?”
The older girl’s grin widens, “It’s funny.”
Marinette glares, getting up to leave. She’s at the door when Cass calls out, “He does.”
She turns, “huh?”
“He does like you, it’s very obvious. Steph thinks he has heart eyes. I agree.”
Marinette’s heart is racing and she can’t stop smiling. “Thank you,” she breathes out before running out the room.
As soon as she’s back in her room, she pulls out her phone to text Jon. Tikki looks at her, confused. “I’ll explain in a minute.”
Marinette: are you free on saturday?
Jon: yup
Jon: movie night?
Marinette: yes
Marinette: it’s a date
Her phone starts ringing instantly. Taking a deep breath, she picks up. “Hi.”
He skips the greeting, “You meant it when you said it was a date? Like an actual romantic date?”
She bites her lip, her siblings like messing with her but they wouldn’t lie about this. “Yes.”
“I’d love to go on a date with you,” is the breathless reply that comes and Marinette can hear the smile she knows so well. An identical one spreading across her face. “See you Saturday then? The usual time?”
Tikki gasps.
“Ok.”
“Ok,” she repeats, still smiling. The conversation turns from there, switching to their usual topics. Admittedly there’s so much more giggling than normal. Tikki squeals when the call ends. “Oh Marinette, I’m so proud of you.”
Marinette blinks, letting everything settle in before squealing, “Holy shit! I actually did that!!”
Tikki giggles and hugs her holder’s cheek.
.oOo.
It’s at family dinner, two days later that Jason asks, “Could you not have waited one more week, Pixie?”
She tilts her head in confusion, “For what?”
“Dating the tiny Superboy.”
She stares at him for a second, processing his words before screeching, “You bet on this??????”
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Hey, dear. Would you write something about Ken being in love with a curvy girl with low self-esteem? My idea sounds like she's in love with him too, but doesn't show it cause is afraid of rejection. So he would try to kinda "convince" her that he is really interested.
꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — here is Ken confessing his love for the human girl he fell for
Contains of — Insecurities, bad mental health thoughts, confession, etc
Pairing — Gosling!Ken x Female Reader
note — UGH I LOVE when you guys request stuff, it makes me so happy thank you for the request I love it, it’s very unique than my other ones!! I hope you enjoy this and you and your body is gorgeous no matter what <3
Ken had always been captivated by You, a curvy girl with a heart of gold. The radiant smile could light up a room, but he noticed something more profound beneath your cheerful exterior - a hidden layer of self-doubt that you carried like a heavy burden.
You as well, had secretly admired Ken from afar. His warm personality and the way he made everyone around him feel valued had won your heart, but fear held you back from revealing your true feelings. You couldn’t bear the thought of rejection, so you kept your emotions locked away.
It wasn’t something you did intentionally but something that just came naturally, you always feared of rejection and not being good enough for people, and knowing someone like ken
someone that’s handsome,charming, funny and bright, that made you question your worth and morals more than normal
You always heard of people talking about how Ken is head over heels for you but obviously you never took them seriously because why would you?
People are cruel these days and would do anything to make someone’s day bad, plus you simply thought you were worthy enough to be liked by someone especially someone like Ken
You couldn’t help these thoughts, so you just let them overpower you and become oblivious to kens flirting. Ken really adored you and wanted to impress you ten times more than he “ impressed “ Barbie,
it’s always “ hey y/n watch what I can do “ , “ y/n look at what I made “ , “ hey y/n want to go to the movies later tonight? “
Ken tried all of those things but he never managed to get a reaction out of you, he was genuinely wondering what was he doing wrong, he even started doubting himself but he finally decided he was gonna take this into his own hands
One gloomy afternoon, Ken decided it was time to make a move. He invited you to your favorite coffee shop, where you guys often shared stories and laughs. As you guys sipped their lattes, he mustered the courage to speak his truth.
“Y/n,” Ken began, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you. I’ve admired you for a long time, not just for your beauty, but for the incredible person you are. I feel like you being here has brightened my life, you make me feel respected you put me first and I never thought that would happen. “
Your heart races at the shocking words ken just spoke, you really couldn’t believe he was saying those words to you, as you looked into his eyes, realizing that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did.
Ken continued, “i know we have some things we don’t like of ourselves but I hope you know that I’m really interested in you, for who you are “
Ken always was confident but when it came to you he always choked up and got noticeably flustered, when it came to the part of speaking about your body he definitely hesitated but it just had to come out
“ Your curves are a part of what makes you uniquely beautiful, and I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
You really wanted to tear up at kens heartfelt words you never had someone feel this way about you, hell you didn’t even feel like this about yourself, so to have someone to say this to you made you genuinely happy.You had never felt so cherished, so accepted for who you truly were.
Over time, Ken’s unwavering support and love helped you gain confidence in yourself . you began to see yourself through his eyes, not as someone with low self-esteem, but as a woman worthy of love and admiration.
Your love story blossomed, built on a foundation of trust, acceptance, and the courage to reveal your guys true feelings. Together, you two proved that love could conquer even the deepest insecurities, and you guys embraced your journey towards self-discovery and mutual adoration
I Hope you guys enjoyed this, sorry for the rusty grammar and such, I wrote this during class lmao but I hope it’s still good!! Love you guys!! Please request more stuff❤️
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In case you're not tired of them yet- I've got some character asks :]
For Holland; 8, 16 and 27
For Julian; 15, 17 and 28 (Driver)
For K; 2, 17 and 47
Thank you for the message! I appreciated the opportunity to talk about these guys some more!!! <3
Holland
8. Unpopular opinion about them.
Holland loved his wife dearly, but Jackson Healy is the unexpected love of his life.
16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.
Holland is worried that Holly hates him. He thinks he genuinely might be a bad father. He couldn’t fault his daughter if she blames him for the death of her mom, he certainly does.
27. Their guilty pleasure.
It would be easy to say alcohol, smoking, or self-flagellation, but really? Holland likes all those cheesy family activities (this includes Jackson of course). He didn’t get to spend enough time with Holly and her mom together, so he tries to put in the extra effort these days for family game nights, dinners, movie trips, anything they can do together. He also gets the bonus satisfaction of seeing Healy’s face flush every time he’s included as part of the March family.
Julian
15. Worst thing they’ve ever done.
Julian has done plenty of terrible things in his life. He is a product of his upbringing. As gently as I can put this with the understanding that he was victimized, the worst thing he did was not love himself enough to save himself by cutting ties with his mother and his brother. Without them in the picture, he very likely would not have been engaging in the destructive (both to himself and to other people) behaviors to the extent that he was. Crystal truly was an epicenter of bad.
17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.
Off the top of my head, here are some of the songs that remind of Julian
» I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski
» God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash
» Afraid - The Neighborhood
» Knives Out - Radiohead
» Grip - Seeb x Bastille
28. How they feel about Driver.
I feel like Julian would find common ground with Driver. Neither of them had a stable childhood, however Driver was able to come out of his experiences being able to connect with others, to love, despite everything. Julian might be able to let him in. Perhaps he could heal.
K
2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.
I firmly believe that Deckard would have left that upgrade center with two kids, Ana and K, if he had truly known what was going on from the start. By all rights, they were siblings. K had found his family. He just would not -could not- consider himself human enough to deserve it.
By the time Deckard realized, likely when Ana explained the circumstances of K visiting, it would have been too late for him to claim K in life. In a happier story, he would have pried K off those steps before he succumbed to his wounds and the thought that he wanted to die. Maybe he could have been saved. Deckard had loved a replicant as a partner, he could have easily loved a replicant as a son.
17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.
Here's just some of the songs I associate with K. We'll go ahead ignore that I'm pulling some of these off my Six/K playlist...
» Like Real People Do - Hozier
» Star Hopping Lover - Chance Peña
» Take me to Church - Hozier
» Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths
» Way Down We Go - KALEO
47. Their dream job.
I think that in another life, K would have really liked to do something involving agriculture. As we see in both the script and in the movie, he has a genuine interest in Sapper’s occupation. He wants to know what he farms. He wants to know what’s bubbling on the stove. He’s intrigued by the cowslip he finds on the ground. Anything involving the creation of life and the tactile use of his hands seems right up his alley.
Personally, I specifically see him as keeping bees if he were not… leashed by the LAPD (if he were to survive defection or were allowed to openly have his own interests). They captivated him from the moment on landed on his hand. As he is, they’re part of a system working for the betterment of a colony. I also think that in keeping bees, he would feel closer to Deckard given that he has his own. It might feel almost as if it were a family business, and we all know how desperately K wants to belong to a family.
I’ve included some of my notes on the script and some shots of K finding the hives. I have too many feelings. :(
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Kaneko Kazuma comments on Evangelion - Sega Saturn Magazine 1997 Evangelion special feature
I’m sure everyone has been consumed by the burning need to learn Kaneko Kazuma’s opinion on Neon Genesis Evangelion, so.. here you are. Kaneko Kazuma’s (vague) opinion on Neon Genesis Evangelion, including the movie.
This anime truly is something else
(Kaneko Kazuma, the Demon Artist)
Eva was the first anime in a while that really made me look forward to each episode. What I found ingenuous about the scenario was that the basic setting was only revealed towards the end. A captivating choice. This anime truly is something else, not only because it gets you hooked thanks to its quality, but also because it makes you think for yourself. Discussions whether this anime is good or bad can reveal your true self, so I say it's better to keep your opinion to yourself, otherwise you'd end up exposed and embarrassed.
Well, having said that, the movie is obviously still weighing on my mind, so I will come up with my own explanations for the so-called mysteries of the plot. It would be kind of disappointing if everything happened according to my imagination, but if it didn't it would be boring and hmm... it's complicated. Now that I think about it, I haven't felt like this since 2001: A Space Odyssey. The sequel, 2010, was too straightforward...
(Source) (My blog)
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Fav 2022 K-Dramas/Movies
1. My Liberation Notes
About: Three siblings, exhausted by the monotony of day to day adulthood, seek to find fulfillment and freedom from their unremarkable lives
Honestly, no one did it like My Liberation Notes. The way they captured the mundane lives of adults, the longing for happiness, freedom, and the loneliness of it all. The way they depicted all that through raw lines, monologues, and even silence that gave even deeper meanings. To say I love this show is an understatement 🥺
2. Extraordinary Attorney Woo
About: Woo Young Woo, a woman on the spectrum that tackles challenges as a newbie at a top law firm
This show is popular for a reason. It has everything you could ask for in a kdrama: feel good vibes, heartwarming stories, heart-fluttering love, found family, and interesting characters (with brilliant acting). Although we couldn't expect Woo Young Woo to be representative for all people with autism (since autism is considered as a spectrum), but I love the way her portrayal in this show was educative while also really fun to watch 🤍
3. Twenty Five Twenty One
About: In a time where dreams seem out of reach, a teen fencer pursues her ambitions and meets a hardworking young man who seeks to rebuilds his life.
Couldn't express how much it's comforting to watch the two main characters build connection in the pursuit of happiness. The fact that these two people share different perspectives in life (one was hopeful & optimistic, while the other one was realistic) was its charm. Not to mention the growing bond of the friendship between them and their friends. Together, they make every scene seemed refreshing and entertaining to watch. It was truly an uplifting youth show that brightened last year's atmosphere ✨
4. Alchemy of Souls
About: A powerful sorceress in a blind woman's body encounters a man from a prestigious family, who wants her help to change his destiny.
Love, love the world building of this one! Also, the gripping love stories that took "I'll love every version of you" seriously 🥺. It was captivating how observant every characters in this show were & the way they unfold the stories. Even the action scenes portrayed like an art. Therefore, even though it has many episodes with long duration, I wasn't bored at all.
5. Little Women
About: Three sisters become embroiled in a major incident and face off against the wealthiest family in the nation
The fact that two of my fave actresses (Nam jihyun & Kim goeun) casted in one kdrama was such a dream!! It's a women centric kdrama i could say, from the way the main characters, writer, & director are all women <3. I love that it has such morally grey characters and a story that's full of intriguing misteries. It kept me on the edge of my seat.
6. 20th Century Girl
About: A teen girl has her eyes set on a boy for her lovesick best friend. However, things become complicated when she falls in love and is forced to choose between love and friendship
A heartening youth stories that every fan of 2521 should watch! Again, the plot seemed cliche but it still managed to enthralled you with sweet & fun interactions between the main characters, their growing romance, and what comes for them in the future. It was a rollercoaster of emotion but I really enjoyed it to end <3
7. Business Proposal
About: Hari, a regular employee, shows up to a blind date in disguise of her rich friend to scare him away. Things go awry when he turns out to be her CEO and makes a proposal.
Normally, a kdrama with a cliche plot and some cringe lines wasn't my piece of cake. But Business Proposal is something else I guess. It managed to make even the cliche plot entertaining to watch, still. I didn't expect that I'd laugh this much while watching this show, but I did. Their actings were so fun to watch and it's such a light kdrama that i enjoyed to watch.
Addition: Fav K-Drama (Not Released in 2022) that I've Watched Last Year
Prison Playbook
About: a legendary Korean baseball player whose life change after he chases a man who harasses his sister and finds himself spending a year in prison.
This is such a gem for a slice of life genre! From the director of Hospital Playlist & Reply series, you could expect some heartwarming feels coming from every characters' background stories. Despite the serious & harsh life we could thought of from prison life, this kdrama have many comical scenes, a series of roommates bickering, & such a moving found family. I wish the director would make more of these 🥺🤍
K-Drama Recommendations: 8/?
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I had some thoughts today about why I still gravitate to children's media as an adult. Why i still have opinions on them. And why they still maintain at least a small plot of real estate in my heart to this day. I realized that many of the cartoons I consider to be classics from my childhood (avatar the last Airbender, Danny phantom, teen titans, and later in life, star wars clone wars as a few noteworthy mentions) are a coincidental combination of the things I seek most when searching for media.
Much of a medias first impression can be tied to aesthetics. The appearance/tone/setting of a show can determine whether someone stops watching halfway through the first episode, or remembers the content for life. So what was it about those shows that stuck with me?
The least helpful description I can give of my aesthetic preferences is "escapism". I want to engage with a universe that is so compelling that it distracts me from the reality of day to day life. It can be enormous fantasy, fascinating sci fi, or just a place more fun than reality.
In addition to that, I like character designs and scenery that are colorful. There are so many drab live action shows that you can take a still image, and it would be completely indistinguishable from a thousand other shows. Good cartoons don't have that problem, they are loud to the point of iconic. It makes sense, designs from children's media are meant to sell toys. But it turns out that designs that are marketable are also often memorable. If only shows like succession were pitched with the intention to sell a line of action figures with different vibrantly colored suits /s
Looks alone don't make a series memorable. I assume I'm not alone in knowing I've watched a few GORGEOUS anime or other properties because I liked the art style, and yet when I reflect on them, I remember few if any details of the actual content. What the shows I listed above do is two-fold. Both retaining my goldfish level attention span with their visuals and entertaining me with the stories they tell.
As I said previously, I engage with media to forget my troubles. And as a result, I don't enjoy watching properties that take themselves too seriously. I need time to breathe, relax, and sometimes laugh when watching content. And cartoons have humor baked into their DNA. A bunch of silly lil guys doing animated things very naturally becomes amusing. So funny (or at the very least light-hearted), and colorful. That can describe plenty of cartoons, but the final trait is what makes my favorite truly exceptional to me.
Nothing invests me in a media like in depth character examination. I want to see those little shits emotions on full display as they face impossible odds. I want to see them scream and cry and struggle, in a way the toxic masculinity that has infested Hollywood won't allow a lot of popular properties to do. I want to take a break from marvel one liners and block buster explosions and silent dark brooding that fills every movie and every show to LOUDLY FEEL SOMETHING!
I often see people imply that continuing to hold affection for cartoons as an adult is immature. And you know what? If that's what I have to be to enjoy what I enjoy, then that's alright. There's worse things I can be then immature.
I wanna laugh and cry and forget for a little while. That's all. I mentioned clone wars above specifically because I didn't watch that show until i was in my 20's, but during its best episodes it made me feel the same way i did watching the cartoons from my youth. There's also the spiderverse movies, which are in a league of their own as far as exceptional animated content, I was captivated watching them. So I dont think nostalgia is a factor for me, i think i just... like good cartoons. And I'm done allowing other people to decide for me that I shouldn't.
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Hot Fuzz (2007), Dir. Edgar Wright, Starring Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost.
Big cops. Small town. Moderate Violence.
And here is the next entry in the Cornetto Trilogy Journal Entries series (C. T. J. E.’s for short), and this time (a little predictably), it’s the phenomenal and timeless Hot Fuzz!
For this entry, you can see I went all in with the b&w with one specific colour highlight visual motif, but for this one, instead of using weird halo-ish shadows like I did for Shaun, here I used a bunch of little lines, not only to imitate cross-stitching (which I think is lovely) but to also, admittedly a bit shittily, imitate the look of action comics, the ones where cops always fight the bad guys. I didn’t quite succeed but it isn’t hideous.
I’m honestly very happy with how this one turned out! Not quite the same charisma as Shaun, but still on theme and it’s cute.
Shaun was the birth of my fascination for everything Cornetto related, and Hot Fuzz was the consolidation.
While I was already excited to watch Shaun and had heard a fair deal about it, before finding out about the Cornetto Trilogy, I had NO idea hot fuzz existed, so when I did watch it, it had no reputation to precede it, I watched it entirely blind.
So, it actually surprised me how immediately I was captivated by it, the opening sequence where the narrator describes the sleuth of qualifications and achievements by Nic’s hand had me glued to the screen! And the scene where Nic is transferred to the countryside, man. I must have rewinded that scene so many times that I lost count!
I loved Hot Fuzz to death and I hadn’t even gotten to half of the halfway point.
Simon as Nic was nothing short of amazing, despite him being incredibly uptight and strictly law-abiding, I never once found him tiresome or arrogant, hell, the scene where Nic age checks all the minor patrons in the bar was one of my favourite in the entire film. And that scene where Nic is riding the train out of London and we constantly cut to “WELCOME” signs for various towns and Nic’s phone signal decreasing with each cut, that IS true filmmaking.
And then of course, Nic’s shenanigans once he arrives in town are incredibly entertaining, there’s a certain charm to him taking everything way too seriously while being offered cake, and being screamed at about how long the precinct will have ice cream for. And there’s even more magic when you realise that amidst all that quirk and tomfoolery, Nic and Danny are already starting to build something together.
I was absolutely enchanted by Danny asking Nic all those funny little questions about what it felt like to be stabbed, or if there really was a spot in the head where if you got shot your head would blow up, like a child would with his parents, and that immediately set me on the Butterangel train ngl.
(and then, oh my god, the quirky little side quests Nic got sent to with Danny, like the old man with the bomb in his shed, that Nic couldn’t understand due to his heavy country accent, or the bit with the goose, which obviously is immortal to this day).
Hot Fuzz obviously has a plot of its own, and that plot is absolutely amazing and the twists keep you on the edge of your seat, but it also is mainly about the relationship between Nic and Danny. And I found every single step of it charming and heartwarming! I remember actually squealing with excitement at every little step forward they each took towards opening up to each other, like Nic staying up all night with Danny to watch his favourite movies, or Nic winning Danny that plushie at the town fair, or the fucking FLOWER SHOP SCENEEEEE, I have truly never felt so touched by an *action* film before, even just remembering all those little details makes me smile :)
Hot Fuzz may be about a big town cop getting sent and adjusted to live in a small countryside town where nothing *appears* to happen, but it’s also about finding the little silver linings in those moments of life where you feel betrayed or let down, and maybe you’ll find more than a silver lining, you’ll find a little nugget of gold, like Nic found Danny, and like I found this movie.
Hot Fuzz!
10/10. Obviously
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